Chapter 6
Where is she?
Kathy couldn't sleep. Several times she dialed the number of the police, hanging up the moment she heard the lines connect. What would her daughter say if she were safe and her mother had called out the troops to find her? Relations might deteriorate completely at that point.
But it was almost two in the morning. Patty had never stayed out this long without calling up and offering at least a lame excuse. Something had to have happened!
The woman flipped on the bedside light and slid from her bed. Just as she reached for her gown the phone jangled rudely.
"Patty, where on earth have you been?" she whispered rapidly into the receiver. Fear quickly turned to anger as she pictured her daughter half drunk and God only knows what else at the other end of the line.
"This isn't Patty," the voice whispered hotly. Kathy froze. That man again, calling at this hour!
"Listen, I've just about had it with you! I can't take it much longer," Kathy snapped, her nerves frazzled with worry for her daughter.
The man paused for a moment, then laughed softly into the speaker.
"Baby, you need it bad. I'm gonna come over real soon and take care of that itchy hot little pussy for you," he said.
"What? What are you talking about? No, no, don't do it. I've got a gun. I'll use it, I swear I will," she babbled hysterically in the phone. She was sitting on the edge of her bed now, her eyes wide with fear. A cold sweat broke our on her body.
"Sure you will. I've got a gun too ... a nice thick eleven-inch gun that'll shoot more cum into your cunt than you ever had."
Kathy slammed the receiver back down, horrified at what he'd said.
Gathering her gown about her Kathy decided she'd better go around the house and make sure the windows and doors were all locked tightly.
Maybe leaving on several lights would help.
Bolting into the darkened hall Kathy felt panic rising in her throat.
He could be right outside the house, cutting the phone lines, waiting for the right moment to crash in and pounce on her. The woman stopped in the hall, her ears pricked up, listening for the slightest foreign sound.
"OH!"
Kathy thought she heard something coming at her from the living room.
Her heart stopped while she fell back against the wall. The gun was in the kitchen ... a stupid place to keep it. If only she could sneak into that room ... "Oh, it's you," she said dryly. It was Alpha, standing in the hallway, his head tilted to one side as he stared curiously up at her. Of course she had the German shepherd for protection, although Kathy wasn't sure just how effective he'd be. If the man had a gun he could finish off the animal easily, then come for her.
"Come on, boy, come on," the woman finally said, feeling better as she moved through the house with him than without.
It rook her nearly a half-hour to check all the doors and windows.
Twice Kathy had tried calling the police but had gotten a recording telling her not to panic, that an operator would take her call "in the order it was received".
Sighing with frustration the woman walked to the living room, having pulled the loaded .38 from the kitchen cabinet and placed it on the coffee table. Let that animal come for her now. She'd shot before, had almost won several prizes at the L.A. County fair in Pomona last year.
"Stay, Alpha," Kathy ordered in a stern voice, pointing to a spot on the floor in front of her. As much as she wanted the dog around for company and protection the woman was nervous about his presence. She remembered all too well what had happened between them earlier. Of course it was just an accident, a fluke that had let things go so far. But it would never happen again, not if she had anything to say about it.
"Patty," she sighed out loud, trying to get the police again, having the same result as before. Moving her fingers over the steel barrel of the gun, Kathy slowly dropped off to sleep.
It was one of those dreams that tightened her pussy, that made her come just before she woke up. The woman was dreaming of cocks ... of men with long, thick dicks that could satisfy her aching pussy. Scenes shifted. In one she was tied to a bed while faceless men crawled over her body, sucking her tits, pinching her ass, driving their tongues up her shitter while thick cocks reamed out her clutching hole.
Then the scene shifted to a darkened phone booth. A tall thickly-built man was in it, his fingers moving restlessly up and down a cock that belonged between the hindquarters of a donkey. He was whispering dirty things to her on the phone, telling her what he was going to do. Then he hung up, flipped his dick back into his pants and opened the door.
It was at this point Kathy woke up, finding her gown completely opened with Alpha crouched between her legs. No wonder she was having such terribly erotic dreams. The big German shepherd was licking her, his tongue sloshing back and forth over her slit.
"NO!"
Oh God, it was happening again! The big dog was all squeaks and grunts of happiness as his tongue parted her hot cuntal cleft. Juices were flowing freely out of her hole, wetting down the animal's nostrils.
"Get away, get away."
Kathy wondered if her words sounded as unconvincing to the animal as they did to her. The gown clung to her stiffened nipples, then slipped away while her asscheeks moved sensuously back and forth over the sofa cushion. She could feel her juices dampening the soft material as Alpha lapped noisily between her legs.
The woman's legs were trembling. The sounds of his whimpering, his paws scratching over the sofa material drove her wild. Why couldn't she muster the strength to push him away? Oh, what would she do if her daughter were to burst in and find her mother sitting there, sprawled on the couch with a dog between her legs?
Kathy giggled a little drunkenly. That would be a change now, wouldn't it? She'd always worried about coming home suddenly and finding her daughter fucking a man in the living room. Well, maybe it was her daughter's turn to be concerned. After all, she was a person with feelings just as strong as her daughter!
"Ohhhummmmm!"
Kathy struggled backward on the sofa, her heels digging into the cushion as she squirmed away from the panting animal. Her gown slipped from her shoulders, tangling around her wrists. She let out a shivery moan, wallowing her shoulders against the pillows.
"Wrong ... this is wrong," she panted, biting her lips and trying to gain control of herself.
But the animal kept on lapping away, ignoring her light shoves, her pleas for him to stop. Kathy kept telling herself she wouldn't let this go any further. But each time she could have kicked the animal away she refrained from doing anything.
Her knees sagged apart farther while her ass scooted forward toward the big animal. Peering heavy-lidded down at Alpha she could see the angry red point of his boner slipping out from its sheath. What would it be like touching that thing?
Kathy saw her hand creeping up toward his belly. She set her jaw firmly and drew it back. No, that was going too far. There had to be limits!
"Ohhhhhh I "
The woman could feel the velvety wetness of her inner cuntal surfaces exposed now. She felt them rubbing together slickly as she wormed higher on the couch. Alpha climbed onto the sofa, his maw still buried in the wiry thicket of her pussy. He was slurping away, his brown eyes focused on her blonde patch. His fur seemed to be standing up, especially around his thick neck while his tongue slopped in and out of her hot hole. Ohh, it had only been a while ago this had happened and she'd reached a terrifyingly wild climax. And yet how much she wanted to come again with the animal, to feel his tongue actually sticking inside her pussy. Yes, yes, a cock. Once more she thought of that man who had called her up. He said he had inches of dickmeat to feed her ... inches! She wanted to be pinned down to the floor, ravished by that maniac, feel his balls nestling against her cuntal mound while his dick piledrove into her squishy, swampy fuckhole.
"Ohhh-AHHHHH!"
Kathy was prone on the couch now, one leg hooked around the dog's back. She petted him gently just in front of his tail with her toes, giggling, wishing she could increase the itchy ache throbbing between her legs.
The big dog stuck his nose under her cuntal mound now, his tongue wetting her down with spit. He was whining, whistling, wiggling his body back and forth as he stood above her on the sofa. Kathy felt petrified and hot at the same time. The first touch of his tongue had made her shudder. But now she wondered why she'd been so terrified.
Alpha wasn't going to hurt her. He was moving his snout back and forth in a loving way, letting his mouth caress her snatch. Kathy moved her thighs in a counter motion to increase the sensations.
"Ohhhhhhhh my GOD!"
She was opening her cunt up to him, pressing her ass up to his maw, silently begging him to eat her out. The woman made humming noises through her closed mouth as the sensation between her legs grew more intense and concentrated. Her breath was coming in short pants as the animal made love with his mouth.
Smelling her? Was he smelling and tasting her? The thought that he was enjoying this kind of banquet excited Kathy even more. The way he nuzzled his black nose between her slippery cuntlips made her think that. Gently his long pink tongue settled over her clit, petting it while his claws gouged her thighs. It was as if he were trying to stick more of his snout into her.
"AHHHHHHHH FUCK!"
Had she said that? Had she actually cried out and said that terrible word? The way he kept moving his tongue back and forth over the slick red head of her sex spindle was driving her crazy, making her say and do things she didn't really mean.
Kathy realized she'd hooked her hands around the back of Alpha's head and was shoving it in, pushing his pointed snout into her hole as if it were a furry dildo.
"OH!"
She let go, ashamed of her actions. What kind of slut was she anyway?
Did she actually want more of the animal fucking her? Couldn't she have enough? Wasn't being eaten out by a Goddamned dog enough for her?
"Alpha, Alpha ... "
Kathy didn't dare think of what was happening to her. Yes, she knew, she felt the big dog between her white shivering legs. And yet it was better somehow if she kept her eyes shut. The wild desire of her body for a man, for a dick made her shut out everything except for the desire to make the sensation between her legs more intense. Her handsreached down to her belly, her fingers touching the dog's wet nose. He was lapping her wrists, her fingers, her palms. Kathy felt the squishy, hairy mess between her legs. Ohhh, how good it was to finger-fuck herself, to feel the dog's tongue doing the same thing as her fingers.
"Yessssss!"
Kathy groaned, arching her body. Her tits Jiggled like mounds of Jell-O while her chest heaved up and down mightily. She could feel the hot urgency between her legs burning more wildly. Shortly she was going to come, going to blow her mind to pieces once again with a dog.
Alpha sensed the excitement and whimpered heatedly through his nose.
He moved down, lapping at her ass, then going back to her snatch.
Kathy felt completely possessed by the big dog. She wanted him licking her everywhere at once.
"Th ... there!" the woman cried, pushing herself up on her elbows when the shock of her approaching climax hit her full force. The dog was obeying her, lapping at her drooling slit. In a second she'd be coming. Kathy went crazy in that second, her head rolling from side to side while her fingernails raked the animal's fur. Her body writhed against the sofa, her knees snapping together, then flopping back down to the couch.
"COOOMMME!" she screamed, not caring if the whole damned block heard her cry out. Let them think anything they wanted. All she could do was move her ass up, then let it fall back again while the dog buried his maw deeper. She kept pitching on the sofa, bucking her ass against Alpha's opened mouth while babbling groans of pleasure escaped from her throat.
"Ahhhhhh!"
The woman didn't know for how long her climax had ended. When she opened her eyes she was spread open, her gown stained with sweat and cuntjuice gathered up under her ass. Alpha had long since crawled off and trotted into the kitchen to his little box.
What ... what in God's name have I done? Kathy sobbed to herself again. She held her head with one hand. Oh, how her forehead burned, how her brain felt so fuzzy and light! She slid her legs down carefully from the sofa, still feeling ripples from her powerful orgasm. Sitting bent over at the waist, she surveyed the living room listlessly. She had worked for all this, and now she was literally going to the dogs. And to top it off her daughter was missing and it was nearly three in the morning. Kathy reached for the phone, determined to hang on until she reached an officer.
* Some thirty miles away Patty was being dragged off the bike she'd been clinging to for dear life. They had gone on the freeway, several drivers leering at her scant clothing that was obviously torn, fluttering in the breeze. Rick rode in front of her, telling her to hold on more tightly as she started slipping off the seat. The girl could have easily slipped off ... onto a road that would have surely meant her death. Patty had no other choice than to obey him.
Now they were somewhere up in the foothills above Los Angeles ... Glendora, Patty thought she heard Al say. The homes were few and far between, nestled in gullies and washes. It was one of these wooden homes they turned into, Al's bike turning in right behind Rick's.
"Inside."
When Patty didn't move quickly enough they dragged her inside a small, smelly shack, down a narrow wooden stairway to a dank cellar. The odor of stale cigarettes, beer and urine filled her nostrils, making her nauseous. Patty swallowed several times as her clothing fell away from her.
"Didn't get a chance to give you our special brand," Rick said, taking off his leather jacket.
Hanging it up on a wooden peg the big man pulled off his flannel shirt, baring his hairy, sweaty chest. He was growing excited ... his hard nipples that tubular bulge just to the right of his zipper told the girl that.
"You'll have one hell of a lover this time, baby," he said, reaching down under a table. It was that table that Al shoved her to, raising her by the waist, then gracelessly throwing her down onto it. Patty didn't even bother to struggle as he knocked her down, strapping her arms and legs in a dissection position. The table, she guessed, had been constructed for torture. The straps were homemade, crudely fastened to the sides of this table with bolts. The small buckles on the straps chaffed her flesh.
When Patty's eyes became adjusted to the dim light she noticed Rick was holding a tapered iron some two feet long and at least two inches in diameter. He was holding the instrument by its leather handle. The tip was a grooved disc an inch thick. It was a cockhead, a dildo he meant to shove into her body. He was going to drive that awful thing into her pussy up to the handle. Glancing up at the big biker Patty could see that that was on his mind.
"OH GOD!" she whispered hoarsely, turning her face away. Her fingers clawed at the splintered wood under her buttocks.
"Man, even now she's hot ... burnin' up the place with her cunt," Rick said smirking. He hefted one big tit with the instrument. "Look, man, at those tit tips. She's good and hard there, 'n you can bet she's juicin' like crazy."
It was too true. Patty trembled for herself and for what was going to happen to her. She watched as Rick swung it to test the weight. it whooshed close to her face, whipping the shadows the room. Then he dropped it slowly to her cunt. The disc pushed through her pussy hairs, then touched her hot flesh. The cold made her shiver and moan.
"I won't hurt you too much," he said.
Rick grabbed at her pussy hairs, jerking them without pulling any out of her mound. He laughed, watching her lust oil spill out and wet down the table.
"Yeah, you're gonna really dig this. You're gonna remember me and what happens tonight for a long, long time," he said, grimly nodding his head up and down. Patty was certain she would.